Jan 20, 2023
I have had dreams of dogs and of hogs. I have fought men with sticks and I’ve put dogs to sleep. I’ve had to end their life on earth. I had no choice. That dog was gonna get some kids face between its jaws. I was doing a service to this world.
I wonder why there is such resistance right before joy? I know what I should do. I know it’s good for me and that it will bring joy. So why is there a resistance? I’m starting to realize that different parts of ‘me’ are always interacting with each other. There’s the body and the mind, among many other things. But I get the feeling what I’m describing is coming from the body. I guess the body is concerned with staying in a certain state. The idea of a struggle or effort is not so appealing to it? I dun know.
But everything will work out. It always has. You’re on a rock filled with oxygen! That’s great news! You’ve got love and food and water and air and gravity. You’ve also got joy in the form of music! What a blessing!
Thank you thank you thank you! I have one wish. I wish to be served a tray of golden fries. I would just love some French fries right about now.
You don’t need this, my child.
I know what I need. Don’t you tell me what I need.
Fine. You’ve got it you chimp.
Thank yeeeeeeeee!!!!!!
His miracle was evident in the dew. I saw it sparkle before the world. I saw the suns light up the morning and turn the night into a memory. That was so poetic that I think I just came in my pants.
I want you to let go of all your chickens and surrender your prize. Lets see what you’ve got under that dress. I would like to fuck all that you own. Let’s just be clear about two things. Let’s say that I’ve been watching you in the river. Let’s just imagine that. Let’s imagine that I have watched you bathe like a little goat. You get so fucking wet and then you shiver all the way home! How come you never brought a towel? Are you stupid?
I want you to let go of all your chickens and surrender your prize. Lets see what you’ve got under that dress. I would like to fuck all that you own. Let’s just be clear about two things. Let’s say that I’ve been watching you in the river. Let’s just imagine that. Let’s imagine that I have watched you bathe like a little goat. You get so fucking wet and then you shiver all the way home! How come you never brought a towel? Are you stupid?
Well, forget it. I just wanted to suggest the idea that I would be the one to offer you a towel. What about this for an idea? Next time you go for a swim, just walk over to the bush and close your eyes. I will stick my cock out of the bush, and hanging on the tip of that cock will be a pink towel. It’s jut for you. How do you like that? You take that towel, dry that cold ass of yours and then head home. I will be waiting in the bush for seven years, trying my best to know the truth.
“That was the sickest thing I ever read. I can’t believe you would write something so vile. In all your talent and wisdom, that’s how you choose to express yourself?” She asks
“I’m sorry that you feel this! But you’ve agreed to everything you’re feeling!” I respond. “You’re creating all that you are!”
“Oh hell no,” said Oprah. “You did this. You are the one making me suffer. I want to hear you say sorry.”
“I am sorry,” I smile with infinite compassion. “Are you healed now?”
Oprah sniffs the air. She laughs and licks her lips. “I’m a healed being! I have known love only twice in my life! Take me to your ship and let me be your captain! I will sail us to victory!” She roars with a fierce conviction. She started running around the house ripping up the drapes in ecstasy.